Chapter 268: The Enraged Bibi Dong Hunts Down a 100,000-Year-Old Soul Beast!
Upon hearing this, the entire arena fell silent!
Everyone stared at Tang Chuan with disbelief.
Reattaching a severed limb? This was simply an unheard-of miracle! Even the continent's top healing-type soul masters had never heard of regrowth! Especially not with a soul bone as the foundation?
Hearing this, a surprised glint flashed in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's usually calm eyes as he stared intently at Tang Chuan and the soul bone in his hand.
His usually ramrod-straight body trembled slightly.
No one could understand the pain of a severed arm more deeply than him!
If it could truly be reattached…
Not far away, Ning Fengzhi, upon hearing this, was first stunned, then his face lit up with uncontrollable ecstasy! He strode forward, his voice trembling with excitement, and said,
"Young friend Tang Chuan, you... you really mean it?!"
"If you can truly help Uncle Jian reattach his severed limb, this favor... this favor is like being reborn! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School owes your Heavenly Path Academy an immense debt of gratitude!"
"In the future, whenever there is any need, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will do its utmost without hesitation! If you need anything, whether it's money, resources..."
Listening to Ning Fengzhi's string of excited pleasantries and promises, Tang Chuan simply waved his hand, interrupting him, his tone calm and carrying an unquestionable indifference, and said,
"Sect Master Ning, so many polite words are useless. Just remember the favor."
Then, he turned to look at Sword Douluo, nodded slightly, and said, "Let's go, let's find a still intact quiet room, I will reattach Senior Sword Douluo's severed limb now."
After saying that, Tang Chuan was about to lead Sword Douluo towards the inner courtyard.
However, after taking only a few steps, his gaze swept over his surroundings, and he involuntarily stopped.
Amidst the ruins, Tianxing Academy teachers and students lay groaning in pain.
Some were covered in blood, their wounds gruesome; others were pale with depleted soul power; still others had severed limbs, writhing in agony… The previous attack by the Spirit Hall had caused massive casualties. Although the core fighting force remained, the lower and middle-level disciples and teachers suffered heavy losses, leaving a scene of utter desolation.
Looking at this scene, a hint of pity flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes, and he muttered to himself,
"It seems I must help them recover first."
The next moment, under everyone's astonished gaze, Tang Chuan's soul power surged once more! The platinum-gold seventh soul ring (million-year), the red third soul ring (hundred-thousand-year), and the red fourth soul ring (hundred-thousand-year) beneath his feet all lit up simultaneously.
"Buzz—!"
Instantly, a vast, pure, and infinitely vital and healing blue-gold halo, centered on Tang Chuan's body, swept out gently yet swiftly like ripples on water.
It instantly covered every corner of the entire Tianxing Academy!
This blue-gold light was like the comforting touch of a living god.
Wherever it passed, miracles occurred!
Those wounded lying on the ground groaning in pain saw their gruesome wounds heal rapidly at a visible speed, blood flowing backward, and damaged bodies restored to their original state!
Those who had collapsed and fainted due to exhaustion of soul power saw their pale faces quickly regain their rosy hue, and their dried-up meridians surged with abundant soul power again!
Even those severely injured, on the verge of death, clinging to their last breath,
were pulled back from the brink of death under the illumination of this sacred light. Their injuries stabilized, and their life force became steady and powerful!
As long as there was a breath of life left,
no matter how severe the injury, under the embrace of this blue-gold light, everything was completely restored!
In just a few breaths, the desolate battlefield, once a hellish scene filled with agonizing cries, fell into complete silence! All the injured teachers and students stood up in disbelief, moving their unharmed bodies and feeling the abundant soul power within them. Their faces were filled with utter shock and ecstasy, as if everything they had just experienced was merely a nightmare!
"I... I'm healed?!"
"Soul power! My soul power has recovered!"
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
Exclamations of surprise, praise, and tears of joy rose and fell.
One move!
A single area-of-effect healing technique instantly cured all the injured in the entire academy!
This godlike healing ability once again deeply shocked everyone present.
Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, and even the resolute Sword Douluo Chen Xin, all stared at this incredible scene with disbelief and awe in their eyes.
After completing all this, Tang Chuan's aura slowly faded, as if he had only done a trivial matter. Then, with a calm expression, he looked at Sword Douluo and said again,
"Senior, let's go."
Sword Douluo nodded heavily, having no more doubts about reattaching his severed arm.
...
Half a day later, Spirit City, Papal Palace.
At this moment, within the majestic and solemn hall,
an extremely oppressive atmosphere, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, enveloped the space.
Bibi Dong, seated high on the Pope's throne, listened expressionlessly as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo, kneeling below, covered in blood and their breaths heavy with despair, reported in trembling, grief-stricken voices the disastrous defeat of the Heaven Dou City operation.
When she heard the news that Ghost Douluo was utterly annihilated and that Demon Bear Douluo's body was severed from its head, Bibi Dong's jade hand, gripping the jeweled scepter, instantly changed color. Her knuckles turned white from the excessive force, even emitting a faint cracking sound.
The next second, her previously restrained aura shifted, and a terrifying pressure, a mixture of overwhelming rage, icy killing intent, and an unbelievable aura, erupted forth!
"Bang—!!!"
Without even making a noticeable movement, the papal throne beneath her, meticulously carved from ten-thousand-year-old jade, couldn't withstand the impact of this invisible aura. It let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, instantly becoming covered with countless cracks!
"Useless!"
A cold, stern shout, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, exploded like thunder in the hall. Immediately afterward, Bibi Dong abruptly stood up from the cracked throne, her deep phoenix eyes now burning with a fury capable of incinerating everything.
"Two Title Douluos have fallen!!"
"Such a crushing defeat! You... still have the face to come back to see me?!"
Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but it carried a chilling and authoritative quality that pierced the soul.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo kneeling below trembled as if encased in ten-thousand-year-old ice, not daring to even raise their heads.
"I sent four elders and two retainers! Such a force, yet they were utterly routed by a mere junior who had just entered the Soul Saint realm and a dying old poison master! You... you have utterly disgraced the Spirit Hall!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a purple glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She abruptly raised her right hand and lashed out at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo below!
"Pfft—!"
"Pfft—!"
Two muffled impacts rang out almost simultaneously.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo were struck as if by a heavy blow. Their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, spitting blood, and crashed heavily against the solid pillars of the hall before sliding softly to the ground.
Already severely injured, their injuries were now aggravated. Their faces were ashen, and their breaths were as weak as candles in the wind.
No one had expected that Bibi Dong would personally intervene, worsening their injuries!
What fury this was!
Ghost Leopard Douluo lay on the ground, barely able to cough up blood, his eyes filled with terror.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, however, struggled to prop himself up on his arms. Ignoring the blood constantly spilling from his mouth, he raised his face, contorted with blood loss and grief, and uttered a desperate, heart-wrenching plea:
"Your Holiness… Your Holiness, please calm your anger! It is my incompetence… I deserve to die…"
"But… But Old Ghost… Old Ghost died so tragically! He… he was utterly destroyed by that little beast Tang Chuan, not even a trace of his soul remained!"
"I beg Your Holiness! I beg Your Holiness to avenge us! Avenge Old Ghost!"
"That little beast Tang Chuan must be… torn to pieces! His soul extracted and refined! To appease Old Ghost's spirit in heaven! I beg Your Holiness—!!!"
He cried out, slamming his forehead heavily against the cold ground with a dull thud. Soon, his forehead was a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.
This shows the depth of his bond with Ghost Douluo and the intensity of his hatred at this moment.
A moment later, only Chrysanthemum Douluo's mournful cries echoed throughout the entire Papal Palace.
Looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo below, pleading like a defeated dog, Bibi Dong's cold, emotionless voice finally rang out after a long silence:
"Tang Chuan, Tianxing Academy, I will... leave no one alive!"
"However, the most important thing right now is not to annihilate them, but to go to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt 100,000-year-old soul beasts to add the seventh, eighth, and ninth soul rings to my second martial soul."
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